'My boy will live again.' she cried. 'Not many children survive Neuroblastoma; mine is a fighter. After all the hardwork he has caused from doctors and nurses to his parents and relatives, he survived. He survived, after being in a vegetative state for two days and I am so thankful for all those who've made it possible.' she said, sobbing.
'I can only imagine the contribution of Ahana (his elder sister) for making his brother breath today. She sacrificed all that she could, all that she had and all that she could ever afford above anything else. She lived like a hero for her brother.'
She gave up her her life,
To survive the threat,
That his brother will never be able,
To take another single breath.
So young and timid, a girl of three... she thought She had to face the truth that I fed her. She thought she went through the floo network into Hogwarts when she stepped into the fire that I asked for.
There was a menacing smile on her face now which slowly grew to a chuckle. The bonfire in front of her was the only thing glowing in the dark room as she sat there, in front of it, with needles piercing melons and a skull and few femur bones giving the hint of black magic in the room.
Ahana made a sacrifice, I made a sacrifice, I killed my daughter, I gifted her to the divine lord and asked for that one thing that I wanted the most; a male child. Ahana died but...
My boy will live again...
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